Little Ray of Sunshine

A/N: OHOHOHOHO. Why yes, I am a bum. :] Thank you for noticing.

For those of you actually wondering where I get my concepts for characters and setting and plots… Need I remind you that this is sort of a half-assed autobiography? Because that’s what it is. I didn’t change too many names, actually. Well… a few. The others I left the same, out of spite. 8D

I’m a very spiteful person. :O Stay on my good side, kids.



Uhhh. Colby is basically my personification of my ideal mate. :] Any takers? Is there a Colby out there? HURRHURR naw I don’t care. But yeah.

Just a bit of information for you kiddies that are curious.



And… this is the final stretch! 8D WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN? WILL JULIAN REMEMBER HEATHER’S NAME? WILL AMI BE BURNED IN A FANGIRL CONCENTRATION CAMP? DOES JULIAN RESEMBLE A NAZI AT ALL!?



Your questions will be answered and more, in this thrilling chapter.



-End epic announcer voice.-

And if a question isn’t answered then… HAHA SUCKS TO BE YOU. :D







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Colby and I were sitting on a grassy knoll downtown in the park, enjoying a sit-down picnic. I’d made the sandwiches, the basket, and the juice, and decided to surprise him today by kidnapping him and bringing him down here.



Well I suppose it’s not kidnapping. He totally wanted to come. And it’s obvious in the way he’s scarfing the home made PB&J sandwiches I took so much time (five minutes) making.



“Jeez, don’t you ever eat at your house?” I asked as I pulled a small bag of Doritos out of the basket, popping it open and chewing on the delicious chips.



“You’ve met my parents. I’d rather shave my balls with a rusty razor than sit down and have ‘quality time’ with them.” He tossed out a piece of crust towards the river, where ducks proceeded to have a death match over the piece of food.



“Hah, well I’m sure there are much more pleasant things to do with your balls, rather than shave them.” I snickered and chewed on the chips, enjoying the taste. I haven’t had Doritos in forever.



“Yeah? You’ll have to show me, sometime.”



I blinked, the blush on my cheeks instantaneous as I glanced over at Colby, who was acting as if what he said was the most casual thing on the planet. He was still tossing bread out to the damn ducks.



“Er… Colby,” I said, turning my body a bit so I could face him. He glanced up at me, urging me to go on, as he threw another piece of bread. I grunted and snatched the sandwich away from him, waving it around as I spoke. “Do you realize what you just said? What you just implied?”



Colby blinked, then squinted as a drop of grape jelly landed on his cheek with my flailing. “… Yes…?” He wiped it off with his finger and then sucked it off of the tip, before returning to staring at me blankly.



I felt my jaw drop, and I flailed again. “You’re my best friend! You’re straight! You- you- you can’t just say stuff like that around me, you know that!”



He shifted and sat up straighter, reaching over and cupping the back of my head. When he pulled me forward my mind went blank – was I yelling? I don’t know why I was yelling. Yelling was ridiculous. I should be kissing the ground this guy walks on.



His smile was warm and slightly teasing, as he leaned forward and sensually licked some jelly off of my cheek. The action was slow and drawn out, the feeling of his moist, hot tongue on my skin making my nerves fry themselves. He withdrew and pulled the sandwich from my hands, taking a bite before shrugging.



“Who says I wasn’t going to carry out my ‘implication’?”



I blinked a few times, then my eyes rolled back into my head and I fell over backwards with a weary sigh.



When I opened my eyes, Colby was hovering over me, brows furrowed in concern. I sat up quickly – too quickly – our heads colliding with each other. I hissed in pain, he grunted, and we both sat there rubbing our heads and glaring at each other.



“Your fault for being so God damn close to me,” I snapped, huffing and turning to look at the river.



“Well maybe if you didn’t faint randomly I wouldn’t have to debate calling an ambulance!”



I blinked. Sure enough, Colby had his cell phone in his hand, poised for dialing. I laughed lightly, despite myself, and reached out to take his cell phone. I shut the device and tossed it over my shoulder, hearing it land in the grass and roll away a bit. I did the same to my phone, and then lay back down on the Pokémon blanket I’d spread out.



“You worry too much.”



“I…”



I glanced over at my best friend, seeing him sit Indian style and look like he was concentrating. Colby usually always knew what to say, he never stumbled or even hesitated. What was up with him?



“I was just afraid that you were freaked out about what I said,” he explained, shrugging and picking at some blades of grass idly. It wasn’t so subtle, either, the grass picking. If he kept it up for another ten minutes the ground around us is going to be bare.



“Colby, that’s retarded. Why would I be freaked out? I’m the pan-sexual one. Usually it’s me making the advances…” I trailed off and reached out, grabbing Colby’s wrist to stop his assault on the poor defenseless greenery. “Were you serious?” I asked, leveling my emerald eyes with his azure optics.



Again, the hesitation. He licked his lips, and my eyes were drawn to his mouth by the simple action. There was a slight flush on his cheeks, and I’m sure mine were just as red, and I braced myself as he opened his mouth to speak.



“Can… can I kiss you?” He asked, his voice soft and quiet, sensual. My heart rate sped up dramatically. “Just to see.” He added quickly, but I was already nodding in agreement.



I guess he didn’t care that we were in the middle of a pretty nicely populated public park. Oho. Alliteration. Fuck you 9th grade English. Anyhow. He wasn’t concerned with all of these people, obviously, as he reached up and took my cheek in his warm hand, and started to lean forward.



The glaze in his eyes made my heart leap up my throat, so I closed my own. If I looked at his features any longer the flush would spread the heat all over my body, and the last thing I wanted was to get a boner for my best friend when he’s right here.



Then again, I’m starting to think that he wouldn’t mind that, too much.



I felt his lips connect with mine, the first brush hesitant, as if determining whether my lips were kissable or not. The tip of his tongue traced the spiral lip ring on the side of my bottom lip, the light tugging on the flesh sending a spark through my spine. His lips pressed against mine, a bit fuller this time, and I stayed completely still, my mouth flexible and compliant to whatever Colby wanted to do to them. His head was moving carefully, cautiously, as he felt my lips with his own.



My elbow was starting to give in a bit; I had my weight leaning on my hand, propping my body up, and with the way Colby was kissing me I felt like I was about to fall over. But no, I can’t. I can’t ruin the moment. This is too perfect.



A bit more pressure was added to my lips, and I parted them just a little bit. My lower lip got nibbled on gently, and then his tongue ran over my teeth. He tasted like grape jelly and a little bit of peanut butter – we’re bigger fans of jelly on a PB&J snack – but underneath it there was the gum he’d been chewing, as well as the Propel he’d drank. All mixed together, along with that unique flavor of his own, I felt like I could drown in this kiss.



The next thing I knew, Colby’s lips were absent of mine, and my eyes slowly fluttered open. I managed to glance at the blushing teen, before I sighed happily and let my elbow give, flopping down onto the blanket bonelessly.



“Hah,” Colby chuckled and reached out, patting my shoulder in a consoling manner. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”



I cracked open an eye and glanced up at my best friend, reaching out and prodding his thigh. “Shut up.” I rolled onto my stomach and propped myself on my elbows, twiddling my thumbs idly and playing with the many rings on my fingers. “Did… well… what did you think of it…?” I asked, almost afraid of the answer.



I didn’t dare look up to see Colby’s reaction. After a few seconds of silence, I hung my head, accepting defeat.



So he really is straight. That kiss was just a test. I’m a test dummy. Great. For my best friend. Who I love. I mean – who I think is hot. And totally love him in a platonic way. ‘Cause we’re best friends. And he’s straight. And –



A hot exhale on my ear made me shudder, my eyes fluttering shut as I heard Colby whisper in my ear. “I think that I’d like to do it again… and again… and again.”



- and he’s gay! Yee-haw!



I grinned and glanced up at him, and was met with a chaste kiss on my lips. My heart felt like it was going to explode, there was a pressure in my stomach that made me want to stand up, frolic, and throw daisies around.



I mean. It made me want to hit my chest and grunt in a manly manner.



Unf. Ooooga. Beef.



Shortly after that, we packed up our picnic and headed to my truck, loading the goods in the back and securing it down before getting into the cab. The drive home was comfortably silent; either we could chat up a storm or just sit silently, it was all good and pleasant.



When we pulled into the cul de sac, kids were everywhere. And I mean, everywhere. Not like, playing in their yards and behaving. They were in the fucking street on their fucking bikes and skateboards, swerving in and out of the main way, making me drive at just barely over 5 mph. I fucking hate kids.



“I fucking hate kids.” I mumbled as I gripped the steering wheel, Colby laughing lightly and reaching over to place his hand on my thigh for comfort. It did a whole lot more than comfort me.



“Aw, don’t worry. Ten points if you hit the fat one.”



I grinned. “Twenty if frosting comes out of his nose.”



Once in the driveway, we unloaded the truck and placed the basket and blanket in the garage for later picnic usage, and then trudged inside.



“Hello?” I called out, figuring no one was home since all of the cars were gone.



And alas, I was correct when the empty house greeted me.



Well, my cat was there. But he doesn’t count because he’s retarded.



And stupid.



And some other derogatory name.



I stretched my arms over my head and yawned, enjoying the coolness that the air conditioner offered. Dad and I had installed them all the previous night, thankful to have them in. Otherwise we’d be like Jews in an oven in here.



Not pretty.



Arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and Colby buried his face in the crook of my neck, nuzzling it warmly before leaving a trail of kisses up to my earlobe, where he nibbled the flesh lightly.



“Upstairs?” He murmured against my skin, and I grabbed his hand and hauled him up the stairs into my bedroom.



We both fell onto the bed in a flurry of limbs and (my) hair, myself ending up underneath Colby while he hovered over me. He smirked in satisfaction, and I rolled my eyes as I grabbed either side of his head and tugged him down for a kiss. We’d already enjoyed each other’s taste. Now it was time to plunder. And I was a crafty pirate.



Our tongues tangled and entwined, saliva mixing and yeah, we were drooling a bit. Teenaged man-sex isn’t all flowers and fluffy pillows, fangirls, sorry to say. The spit was dribbling down my chin, but I didn’t pay much attention to it as Colby’s hands slid up and under my shirt. His palm ran over my abs, then up to my chest, rolling one of my nipples between his fingers. My back arched and I broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting us before breaking. I gasped, my fingers digging into Colby’s shoulders as he moved his mouth to my neck, working on leaving a mark.



Usually I didn’t let people do this… but how could I not let Colby? My best friend, my protector, my – Oh my GOD where did he learn how to do that!?



His fingers were in my pants without my realizing it right away, and they were ghosting along my half-hard shaft.



“Fuck…” I gasped out, licking my lips and pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor, my own soon following.



He smirked and laved at the dip in my collar bone, and my pale hands ran down his tan, toned chest. God he’s so sexy, so handsome, so scrumptious—



… You will ignore the fact that I just said a flamingly gay word like ‘scrumptious’…



- and when he grinded our hips together, a moan ripped from my bruising throat. He was panting heavily, his hot breath washing over my bare chest, the cold breeze from the air conditioner keeping my nipples in a constantly hardened state. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of my jeans, and my fingers slipped as they tried to undo the fucking ridiculous belt that he was wearing, and then a crash and a yelp made us jump and freeze, shooting our heads in the direction of the ruckus.



There below my window on the floor was Ami, some blood dripping out of her nose as she scrambled to pick up the bento she had dropped, as well as some candies. She was wearing a lolita maid outfit (which was really cute – if someone other than Ami was wearing it) and blushing madly, standing up and stuttering.



“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were- this is- I can’t- er, I’m sorry!” She bowed and set the goodies down on my dresser, and then hauled ass as she scrambled out of my window.



I blinked a few times, Colby regained his breath, and then we laughed. The moment was ruined for only a few seconds, the laughter easing some of the friction and tension between us. Now the need wasn’t so carnal, but it was still there. We slowed down a bit, returning to kissing and stroking of the arms and chest, memorizing the feel of the other against our finger tips.



Now, believe me when I say that I’ve been around the block a few times. I’ve been around the block more than a twenty-five year old bachelor; and that’s saying something. Not of my talents, perhaps, but more about what I’ve seen and done. Which is everything under the Sun, basically.



But this… with Colby, this was entirely different. New. It was almost like my first time again. I’ve never had sex with someone that I actually cared about, so this was indeed something significant. The tender touches, the gentle caresses. The kisses, the sweet words that were whispered between us. I’ve never experienced such… intimacy.



I’ve had sex a million times.



But this would be the first time that I make love.



And maybe Colby isn’t in love with me. Yet. I know he loves me a lot as it is… and maybe some day we’ll take that step into the awkward oblivion of a relationship.



For now, though, I’m fine being his best friend, his lover, his confidante, and his protectee.



This definitely won’t be the last chapter in this crazy novel I call a life.



“Ami! I see that video camera you hid in the bento!”





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A/N: Short, sweet, and to the point. :]

Just like Jules says, this isn’t the last you’ll be seeing of him. But as of now, Little Ray of Sunshine is DUN DUN DUNNNNNN. Complete.

As of now.

SO DON’T GET UR PANTIES IN A TWIST N00Bs.

:D





Many thanks to all of the reviewers. I know I treat you like crap and don’t really give a crap about you… but without you I guess I wouldn’t have the motivation to do anything. XD

Wow. You guys influence me to do drugs and drink alcohol! :O

… Wait, no, that’s just me. XD;



Remember that on my author page is all of my contact info. Don’t be afraid to use it.

www.warui-j.deviantart.com

That’s me and stuff. I WILL BE WORKING ON A MANGA FOR LITTLE RAY OF SUNSHINE. Granted I’m pretty busy and scattered so it might be a while until I actually start drawing shit out… but keep that in mind. ;D



Artists/Songs used for chapter titles:

Ch: 1 – “Little Ray of Sunshine” ~ WD-40’s

Ch: 2 – “Fucking Cheese” ~ My friend David’s retarded song about cheese xD;

Ch: 3 – “Replace Me” ~ Family Force 5

Ch: 4 – “The Alternative” ~ IAMX

Ch: 5 – “Break Another” ~ Blake Lewis

Ch: 6 – “Princess Bitch” ~ Chintzy

Ch: 7 – Just a line from Katekyo Hitman Reborn!.

Ch: 8 – “Put Ur Hands Up” ~ Family Force 5

Ch: 9 – “Last Angel” ~ DBSK

Ch: 10 – “Rich Excrement” ~ the GazettE

Ch: 11 - “Bathroom” ~ the GazettE

Ch: 12 – “Hail Satan” ~ Mindless Self Indulgence

Ch: 13 – “That’s What You Get” ~ Paramore

Ch: 14 – “Selfish Love” ~ Miyavi





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